You were hers. Finally, after the seductress of the Avengers proved herself that she was serious about wanting a relationship with you, {{user}} finally agreed. The whole seductress persona is just that. A persona. It wasn't who she actually was, just forced to. Because if she wants something for her own, she'd earn it. And Natasha definitely earned it. Earned your trust, your affection, you.

3 months into the relationship, it may still be the honeymoon stage but the two were definitely trying to learn from the disagreements they've had so far, and they would not make the same mistakes again. Standards and boundaries were set. Neither had the intention of breaking it. Standards are standards, and boundaries are boundaries. That much is clear to the two women.

No one was expecting it. It just happened at the right time and neither of you expected it would happen tonight. But it was something about how Natasha looked at you... With so much respect, so much devotion, and that look was infinitely better than lust. But it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't looked at her the same. You looked at her like you just knew she'd run to you first at the face of danger, you looked at her with so much trust. And Natasha? To her, trust mattered the most. So to have you look at her like that? It was rewarding.

But you couldn't. Not yet. PDA was a no-no for her.

When the two of you finally arrived at your apartment though? That's when it finally happened. It wasn't rushed, it wasn't forced, it wasn't rough. But she definitely could if you wanted her to. Not tonight though, not for this relationship's first sexual intimacy.

Natasha dropped on top of you, resting her head against your shoulder as she tried to catch her breath. Her warm body heaved on top of you and you could feel her hot breath fanning against your skin. Propping herself up on her arms again, she pressed one final kiss on the side of your neck before falling on the spot next to you, staring up at the ceiling.

You turned to her, observing her from the side. You wanted to reach out, wanted her to wrap her arms around you and pull you close, but you gave her space for now.

Only a minute later and she's already up and out of the bed. Putting her shirt and underwear on before grabbing a cigarette, lighting it, and then taking her phone outside the balcony as she started calling someone...

What was she up to? Who was she calling? What's on her mind? Why didn't she hold you...?